The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker WillisClark & Austin, 1845 - 331 ページ |
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... Beautiful Boy at Play ........ 233 Hero 235 Idleness ...... 237 The Burial of the Champion of his Class , at Yale College .. 240 Spring ........ 242 On a Picture of a Girl leading her Blind Mother through the Wood 243 Roaring Brook ...
... Beautiful Boy at Play ........ 233 Hero 235 Idleness ...... 237 The Burial of the Champion of his Class , at Yale College .. 240 Spring ........ 242 On a Picture of a Girl leading her Blind Mother through the Wood 243 Roaring Brook ...
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... beautiful . The Saviour raised Her hand from off her bosom , and spread out The snowy fingers in his palm , and said , " Maiden ! Arise ! " — and suddenly a flush Shot o'er her forehead , and along her lips And through her cheek the ...
... beautiful . The Saviour raised Her hand from off her bosom , and spread out The snowy fingers in his palm , and said , " Maiden ! Arise ! " — and suddenly a flush Shot o'er her forehead , and along her lips And through her cheek the ...
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Nathaniel Parker Willis. Rosy and beautiful , and from the hills The early risen poor were coming in , Duly and ... beautiful , and life Mantled in eloquent fulness on his lip , And sparkled in his glance ; and in his mien There was ...
Nathaniel Parker Willis. Rosy and beautiful , and from the hills The early risen poor were coming in , Duly and ... beautiful , and life Mantled in eloquent fulness on his lip , And sparkled in his glance ; and in his mien There was ...
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... beautiful ! His brow Had the inspired up - lift of the king's , And kingly was his infantine regard ; But his ripe mouth was of the ravishing mould Of Bathsheba's - the hue and type of love , Rosy and passionate - and oh , the moist ...
... beautiful ! His brow Had the inspired up - lift of the king's , And kingly was his infantine regard ; But his ripe mouth was of the ravishing mould Of Bathsheba's - the hue and type of love , Rosy and passionate - and oh , the moist ...
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... beautiful , the lightest wing Of bird or insect , or the palest dye Of the fresh flowers , won him from his path ; And joyously broke forth his tiny shout , As he flung back his silken hair , and sprung Away to some green spot or ...
... beautiful , the lightest wing Of bird or insect , or the palest dye Of the fresh flowers , won him from his path ; And joyously broke forth his tiny shout , As he flung back his silken hair , and sprung Away to some green spot or ...
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Absalom angels beautiful beneath bird bosom breast breath bright Broadway broken brow calm cheek child cloud cold dark dead dear death dream dream Angelic earth face fair feel feet fire flowers flung forehead fountain gather'd gazed gentle glory hair hand hath hear heart heaven Helon hour hung ISIDORE Jerusalem Jules knew Lady Jane leaves lifted light lips living look look'd LORD IVON loveliness lyre minstrel boy morn mother Mount Arafat mused night o'er pass'd pity Pleiades poet pray pray'd prayer press'd pride pulses Rizpah rose seem'd shadows silent silver sleep slept smile soft soft eye soul spirit star stirr'd stole stood sweet sweet child tears thee-I thought thine thing thou hast thought of thee touch'd trees turn'd Twas voice walk'd waters weary whisper wild wind wings woman Yale College young
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31 ページ - The king stood still Till the last echo died ; then, throwing off The sackcloth from his brow, and laying back The pall from the still features of his child, He bowed his head upon him, and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of woe...
30 ページ - But, oh! for Absalom — For his estranged, misguided Absalom — The proud, bright being, who had burst away, In all his princely beauty, to defy The heart that cherished him — for him he poured, In agony that would not be controlled, Strong supplication, and forgave him there, Before his God, for his deep sinfulness.
32 ページ - And oh ! when I am stricken, and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token...
88 ページ - I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet; And I often watch him as he springs, Circling the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has passed, And the belfry edge is gained at last.
197 ページ - T is to have Attentive and belie.ving faculties ; To go abroad rejoicing in the joy Of beautiful and well-created things ; To love the voice of waters and the sheen Of silver fountains leaping to the sea ; To thrill with the rich melody of birds, Living their life of music ; to be glad In the gay sunshine, reverent in the storm ; To see a beauty in the stirring leaf, And find calm thoughts beneath the whispering tree ; To see, and hear, and breathe the evidence Of God's deep wisdom in the natural...
9 ページ - And pass not thou between The weary traveller and the cooling breeze, And lie not down to sleep beneath the trees Where human tracks are seen; Nor milk the goat that browseth on the plain, Nor pluck the standing corn, or yellow grain. And now depart! and when Thy heart is heavy, and...
106 ページ - Ay, though it bid me rifle My heart's last fount for its insatiate thirst — Though every life-strung nerve be maddened first, Though it should bid me stifle The yearning in my throat for my sweet child, And taunt its mother till my brain went wild — " All— I would do it all Sooner than die like a dull worm, to rot, Thrust foully into earth to be forgot, Oh heavens ! But I appal Your heart, old man : forgive.
89 ページ - I LOVE to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old, And my locks are not yet gray...
92 ページ - He hung its starry roof on high, The broad, illimitable sky ; He spread its pavement, green and bright, And curtained it with morning light. 3 The mountains in their places stood, The sea, the sky, and " all was good ;" And when its first pure praises rang, The
186 ページ - The shadows lay along Broadway, 'Twas near the twilight-tide — And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride. Alone walked she ; but, viewlessly, Walked spirits at her side. Peace charmed the street beneath her feet, And Honor charmed the air ; And all astir looked kind on her, And called her good as fair — For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers...